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[Music: S. Drover, G. Drover]. [Lyrics: S. Drover]. . Triumph over adversity - a struggle to exist. The heart torn to pieces - to loose you must resist.
When your time is running out. And you feel like taking sides. And the walls are getting thin. You better get over it. . How long will I walk to the place I belong.
To be or not to be, that is the question. Ball and G, that's the answer. Living legends, many are called but few are chosen. You know their names, legends of the south.
[Music: S. Drover, G. Drover]. [Lyrics: S. Drover]. . Checking the engines - all things are in place. Strapped down the countdown's begun. Lift-off in flames - smoke is filling the sky.
Weeblelations. . Weeblelations, testin', testin', testin', testin'. Hey, turn my mic up, this a bitch, I got my dudes up in this mutha fucka. That boy 8ball, 4-Tay, Speeze-weeze, Spice-weeze, ya smell me?.
Cast down in mortal disguise - belittles himself among the pagans. With razor sharp precision - he carves another prize of death. . Not willing to hear pathetic pleas for life.
When I, am trying to explain. (You) lose your self control. forgetting. . Aligned, forget the reasons why. (so we) choose our own way home. Again. . When I, am trying to explain/decide.
Rocks bout 30 bout 30 in my rocks. Got rocks bout 30 bout 30 in my watch watch. 30 in my rocks bout 30 in my watch. Rocks got rocks got bout 30 in my watch.
Why can't we come closer while we fall apart. These words we trip over before we even start. Drop our defences, before it goes too long. The absence of conflict dosen't mean that/the peace will come.
Even after all this time. When the faces blend and/to look like mine. I can't believe we've come this far alone. (I'm) talking to myself again. Cos I'm the only one I can't offend.
Music: S. Drover, G. Drover. Lyrics: S. Drover. . Stranded amongst the highest mountain. Unseen by the human eye. Knowing our voices cannot be heard. As many soon will die.
[Music: S.Drover, G. Drover]. [Lyrics: S. Drover]. . Bleeding - the eyes of the dead. Mind led astray in a world filled with blood. Soul fueled by contempt.
You've come a long way now. You lived your life in conversation. The rumour in your mind has sold. and I just want you carry on. . You've come a long way now.
Balled up - enter the pain. Fists of fury - the deafening blows. Ridiculed by drunken rage. Unleashing the beast within. . Repeated sickness - pray in vain - to be denied.
You're the centre of me. You are the way it all works out. And I keep going on, before you finally found me/(realign me). . You're the timing of me. You are the one when I'm in doubt.
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